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You forget there's a sky above
Birds don't chirp trees are few
Gone is the hamlet that shaped your love
For a blade of grass cries the morn dew.

Mesh of wires runs over the sky
Air is thick with the reek of petrol
Scare you the trucks heavily passing by
Dazedly you search for the village of the ole.

Here was the home your soul's green abode
Where winter was cold March sprightly Spring
Your feet ran the soil not dusty metaled road
Dreams soared high on boundless wide wing.

Now all around are the townsfolk on race
Ruthless pace crushing ole hamlet's peace
But so is fated by the wheels of progress
That shows the gain more than all that you miss.
Sourodeep Feb 2016
The twisted branch, it does want
a ray of hope, a beam of light.
Its so dark in here,
even flowers compelled to fight
the selfish source
sends down only code of morse
emancipation nowhere near
hooligans everywhere, I fear
the old tree, to set it free
does not need the sun,
the fire makes it now burn.
Its so dark in here
emancipation nowhere near
all which seems right
needs a ferocious fight
now nothing can be done at noon,
Go, bring me the mild amber moon.
Why this struggle ?
Who can help the situation ?
I need some rest :(
  Feb 2016 Sourodeep
Maple Mathers
Your imprint's emplacement
Massed fate's apogee,

Where words become pavement
Whilst time sets them free.




Too bad you didn't like it.
I actually wanted to make you feel special.
I don't write love poems
For this reason.
I wrote this for you and you couldn't even pretend to like it.
This is why I don't.
You want me to change so badly that
I did.
Made a change in my life.
You.

"I should be more important that your book!"
One time I wanted to write
You never wanted to read
But you made it all about me ******* at life
like always
You're insane if you think that's okay.
To take my favorite and most important part of myself
And say you're angry it's not you.

You don't care for my passions
Unless you're the only one.

DID YOU KNOW I SEW AND ******* ROCK AT IT?
IT'S THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES ME HAPPY THESE DAYS
YES, DUH.
SINCE YOU MADE IT ABUNDANTLY CLEAR
YOU DO NOT CARE

Spoiled people don't understand the value of trade
You have it all
And you don't know it.

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
  Feb 2016 Sourodeep
am i ee
how many do you wear?
do you even know that
you are wearing them?

can you see through all
the other masks?

or does it become a confusion
you cannot extricate yourself
from?

entertaining the thought
that you have many masks
is a beginning.

which ones bring you strength?
truth?
peace?
equanimity?

which ones pull you
deep into delusion?
lost in casting yourself as
a victim?

lost in hedonistic pleasure?
seemingly fun... but
at its core
suffering in another
mask....

chasing highs
never stopping
never going inward
never finding the silence

living in fear
attracting spirits
that feed off of fear.

how to climb out?

a practice lived with
great faith
a practice lived with
great doubt

great motivation
ensues

truth revealed
bliss realized.
  Feb 2016 Sourodeep
Bianca Reyes
I was happy being a mountain range
Admired by those wishing to explore
One day I caught sight of quite a beauty
This mountain range made me eager
To explore peaks and run down slopes
Feel every dip and groove of rough terrain
And find my way through every cave
I want these plates beneath me to quake
So that my range can be with your range
Let me be the snow that covers you whole
To feel myself melt in your warmth
Say you'll have me and give into desire
Allow my prints on your wonderful earth
For the future explorers to envy
Maybe then my yearning for you will cease
Or maybe I'll stay exploring forever
Shared on Hello Poetry on February 16, 2016
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